Your Dream

Two, three, four

'Cause your dream is as stupid as mine

I'm setting fire to your house

Some basic bricks and the beigest insides

And now the fireworks are out

Where there's doubt, go without

You can't make it out

You can't see it now

No, you can't

Can you hear, psychopathic and clear

Baby moaning, "Let me make you disappear"

I maintain, I remain, I'm the same

I get the feeling it's warm and always near

Look away, it's okay

Decals licked off too soon

Licked off too soon

Decals licked off too soon

Licked off too soon, too soon

You can't make it out

You can't see it now

No, you can't

We wish you luck only you could survive

We wish a fingerpaint forecasting you're alive

Groomed to the guts, I keep my heart soft for you

I keep a sick sense of knowing in there, too

If removed, push right through